1916 - four years after Titanic sank, killing half its passengers mostly of second class and lower patrons. Public outrage has caused White Star Lines to change corporate policy regarding the evacuation of passengers to value all feline life on board. instead of the wealthy first class passengers. Among those missing and presumed dead are the Potters. A black tabby named James, heir to an old money family from Ireland. Not noble but it had been rumored an ancestor was an eccentric medicine man who earned his fortune healing the sick with odd cures.

Also missing was his wife, a beautiful English Calico cat named Lily Evans. A Nobleman's daughter who caught James' eye at university while she where studying corporate law and James going for a Bachelors Degree in Economics and Business Ethics.

Lastly missing was their infant son, Harry James. A beautiful kitten with fur black as midnight and the almond shaped, emerald eyes of his mother.

Mitzy heard whimpering in a dark alley. She heard scuffling as she entered.

"Honey you don't have to be afraid, I ain't gonna hurt ya." Mitzy said as she saw the brightest green eyes she had ever seen inside of an overturned trash can. A kitten no older than four with fur black as night emerged. Very clearly on his forehead underneath his fur was a scar shaped like lightning. He was dressed in literal rags.

A brand perhaps? The tabby thought. Poor darling. Could he have escaped some slavery ring? There where still some pro slavery rings around the country that operated in secret. She knew of one that called themselves the Ku Klux Klan. Particularly active here in the South.

"Come on, Miss M will take good care of you sweet thing." She held out her hand and the kitten grabbed her arm like he would never let go. "Oh darling you don't have to be afraid anymore." Mitzy said as she hugged the kitten tight. He was practically fur and bones. He needed a good bath and a hot meal. God knows how long it's been since he's seen a doctor or had a flea bath.

"Husband of mine? How much do you love me?" Mitzy had asked the boy to stay behind her leg.

"I would pluck the eyes out of anyone who so much as crossed you." Atlas said as he swiveled around to greet his beloved wife. "Who is our guest?"

"I have no clue, I found this little fighter in the Alley next door. I think he's a runaway from a pro slavery ring. He seems to have a brand on his forehead."

Mitzy brought around the curious young kitten. He'd never seen a cat like Atlas before. He was regal. Almost Prince like.

"Dearest that's not a brand. For one the skin seems to be fine otherwise. Branded areas are always scarred due to the heat applied for the branding. Atlas said as the tall feline bent down to examine their new charge.

"Is it possible he's the child of a fellow bootlegger who got caught by competition and they decided to send them a message of some kind?" The orange tabby asked as she poured herself a drink from Atlas' private stash.

"Possible but this scarring is several years healed."

The kitten whined as he felt the new man touch his scar.

"Sensitive is it? I'm sorry." Atlas cooed to the boy as he pulled the kitten up into his lap in his guest chair. "We have to examine your cut. It appears fine, no inflammation, no infection, the boy just seems to have a unique scar on his head." He looked to his wife. "You want to keep him don't you?" He asked her.

"I don't think he's got anybody." Mitzy said. "In this day and age it ain't safe for anyone on these streets let alone young'uns like him."

"Wait, here we are, poor things collar grew into his fur." Atlas hooked a claw

The boy let out a sigh of relief as Atlas relieved him of the collar his mommy had given him when he was still unable to walk.

"It's beautiful." Mitzy said as they examined the collar. It was emerald leather with a silver bell. Pure silver.

"And ridiculously expensive I remember seeing collars like these at Macys a few years back they cost well over Seventy Five Dollars, they where popular among wealthy families at the time."

"Is it possible he's some runaway heir?"

"Or something terrible happened to them." Atlas said.

Harry's mummy and daddy had taken him on a big boat! Its name started with a Ti-Toti-Titanic! It was faint but he remembers lots of screaming, cold water everywhere and mommy holding him as she's being chased by a man holding something shiny in his hand that smelled funny like when the fire burned out.

April 14, 1912, Titanic has struck an iceberg and the ships conceivers have confirmed that with the watertight doors flooding there is no stopping the inevitable at this point. Titanic will flounder, killing half of the passengers at least. With White Star Lines classist evacuation system, most of those lost will be second and third class passengers.

Riddle had killed James first. James had put up his fists expecting a fist fight with Tom Riddle, an Irish Nationalist who had followed him and his family on board the Titanic but only managed a third class ticket. Tom brought up his branded 1911, with a Lightning bolt handle and signature lightning bolt branded bullets, squeezed and BANG!!!!! James toppeled over the railing and hit his head on the way down to the water below.

Lily ran. Hoping to lose the Tomcat in the chaos inside the sinking ship, holding their only son in her arms as she weaved in and out of panicked crowds of passengers fleeing the icy waters of the North Atlantic Ocean.

Lily held her kitten close as Tom drew ever closer with the pistol he had murdered her husband with in his hand. Raising it he hissed "Lily Potter."

Creeeeeeaaaaaking

The two adults looked up. Water burst from a door and began pouring in and the banister above the grand staircase. The force of the water caused a statue to break off and fall on Tom. Causing him to immediately pull the trigger of his 1911.

Harry cried as he felt something super hot graze his forehead.

She ran past an elderly couple and heard the wife say "Where you go, I go."

Lily checked her baby to be sure he was okay. The skin on his forehead was burned bad. A lightning bolt cut on his poor forehead. She raced leaving Toms floating corpse as water spilled out into the lower floor they where currently on.

"Sorry ma'm were full." The crewman said sadly as they made to start lowering the lifeboat.

"Please, take my baby!" The calico begged a shoddily dressed woman in the lifeboat. "I know I have no right to ask you but please take him he hasn't done any wrong." Lily begged the poor Manx woman.

"I'll take him." The Manx said holding out her arms and Lily kissed her kitten one last time as she handed him to the stranger.

2 years later

"Get out you little half breed rat I got no use for you ya bloody little wanker. No idea why I took ya I shoulda just left ya to drown with your filthy English bitch of a mother." The Manx said a year later as she brutally tossed out a four year old black tabby kitten out of her filthy hovel of an apartment in New York City. The kitten scrambled to run away.

The four year old orphan wandered the streets bundled up in what rags he could find. He knew he had to make his way South. He'd heard aunty say it was warmer there. But how would he get there?

"Last call! St Louis!" There where many grown ups bustling about and being small meant they wouldn't notice him.

Harry had wandered all the way to the woo woo station! His aunty had come here many times and left him in the children's play room next door while she went about her day playing wrestling with other grownups above.

Oh was it stinky! Great gray clouds rose from the front. Harry held his nose in his rags as he walked around the tracks looking for a place to crawl into without being noticed.

Harry we noticed open doors down the line so he hurriedly made his way to them. He struggled with his little legs as he heard the wee woo start and panicked as he heard,

"ALL ABOARD!!!"

"Hold on little buddy I gotcha."

An large, old main coon cat held Harry as he stood and shut the door before setting the toddler on his feet.

"Your a lil' young to be Ridin' tha rails like a hobo ain't cha lil' bug?"

"Meow."

The main coon tsked. "Ain't even teachin ya proper English whoever ya where living' with oughta be hung from tha highest oak tree." The older man went over to his corner and dug around. "Here ya go lil' bug. This oughta be warmer than them rags ya got."

it was very warm. If a little smelly.

"That's it." The older man said as Harry yawned. The kitten curled up next to the older man. "You just rest your eyes lil' bug. Ol' Buford will keep an eye on you."

Buford didn't last two months in St Louis before Harry came back to their cardboard box to find him unmoving what he now knew was a knife was sticking out of his side and shiny blood was underneath him.

"Lil' bug papas done for." Buford coughed up more blood. "You take care of yourself ya here? Use everything I've taught ya to survive. Surv-" he coughed again and laid still, blood pouring from his mouth as he let out a raspy breath.

Since then Harry was alone. Wandering through the streets day to day in St Louis, digging through trash cans of the fancy restaurants at night like Buford taught him. Drinking rainwater from puddles in the alleys or if he was lucky, a public restroom toilet that was cleaned. Once or twice he'd been shooed away by angry kitchen chefs wielding long, sharp knives. It was trash why where they do angry? He was good at making himself unnoticed now.

He noticed a very pretty orange tabby lady walking home one evening. He followed her for some reason. He was just drawn to her. She noticed him! He ducked in the alley quickly!

"He has a name on the collar." Atlas said noting a name embedded in the leather. "Harry James. The rest of the name is rubbed down. I can't make it out."

"Harry James. A strong name for a strong kitten." Mitzy said as she pulled Harry into her lap and cuddled him with comforting purrs.

Atlas saw something great in his mind. Harry James grown up with a wife of his own visiting himself and Mitzy with grand kittens in their golden years. The children enjoying the jazz music in the Lackadaisy night club he was drawing up plans for. He saw Harry James giving Mitzy a great big hug and himself picking up a granddaughter giving her a hug and cuddle. He then saw an unknown Tom cat with a gray suit and violin coming in and picking up his grandson and an orange schemed tom coming in with little Ivy his goddaughter at his side and young ones of their own. It was clearly Christmas time as there was a tree decorated in the Little Daisy cafe.

"I think this could be the start of something wonderful." Atlas said going through the Rolodex and landing on his lawyers number planning on ordering him to draft adoption papers in the morning.

To be continued?

I had inspiration for my first ever non magic Harry Potter AU story when I saw the Lackadaisy pilot on YouTube this past Friday. I hope the fandom doesn't hate me for not understanding characters personalities but I was so blown away by all the characters and their stories I had to create this. So I tried to figure out a story wrapped around the 1910s-1930 and what came out was James is the son of a wealthy Irish family who married an English Nobleman's daughter Lily when there was extreme anti English feelings at the time in the country. Hoping to take his money and start a new business in America they boarded the Titanic on its doomed voyage. Tom Riddle, a member of an Irish Nationalist group, followed them and killed James on the deck as it was tilting up but not before chasing Lily through the crowd back into the ship and dying by having a statue fall on his head. Lily gave Harry James to a third class passenger who managed to get a spot on the last lifeboat.

I hope you all enjoyed and I will definitely continue the story after reading the comics.